The most confusing thing in the world for me is to convince my body that it's an hour later or earlier than it really is. Daylight savings is something I've never understood.
Our bodies adapt to an internal clock, and when messing with that clock, I get grumpy. There's something about me that is distinct.
I love my sleep.
Yes, the original implementation of daylight savings was pretty genius. And adding daylight to the end of the day sometimes proves to be a good fit for various activities.
But why we still subject ourselves to this unneeded jetlag is beyond me. If I have jetlag, I want an exotic and expensive trip overseas to have it, along with the fun times and good memories. Then being this tired may be worth it.
Instead of requiring me to wake up an hour earlier to begin my spring and summer seasons, why can't we just start everything an hour later? In doing this, I propose to not actually change the time. If it were up to me, I'm comfortable with coming in at 9, instead of 8. That's not a problem for me, but changing the clock to something different than what my brain knows to be true is kind of cruel. It's confusing, and unnecessary.
I say, down with daylight savings!